"It was all so beautiful" The sky, the sea, the trees, as she said in final breaths, Flatlined and silence, I still miss her, it has been years now, And all I think about when I see the sky, is her voice, saying how beautiful it was.
I hate you I hate you for choosing her I hate you for not staying I hate you for not missing me I hate you for the way you make me feel I hate that you're the person that lets me down the most I hate how you don't call I hate the way you can read my mind I hate the sound of your voice and how my heart skips a beat when I hear it I hate the way my hands shake when I call you I hate the fact that I still think about you every night I hate the fact that when we speak your words make me what to write poetry I hate that you live a city away I hate that I still write about you I hate that I can't kiss you I hate that I would choose you, always I hate that all of this doesn't matter to me. Because I love you.